Delighted he decided to play along, Febs took his arm gently, chuckling quietly. "I must confess, I recognized you from your unfortunate Prophet article this summer." Not to mention he worked for Edric. "I do hope you're recovered." She added more sincerely. That damn fog. Ugh.

His request for her own name was met with a coy smile. Did she give it to him knowing that she carried around a degree of notoriety these days? Did she really care? That was more important question. Febs was decidedly in the no camp on that. It was either going to get her nowhere on the whiskey front, which was fine, she'd figure that out. If she pestered Nate enough, he'd cave eventually if only to get her stop nagging. Bless him.

"It's February Lynch." She supplied with a bit of a wry smile. He'd have been a hermit not to have at least heard her name in passing, considering at the beginning of the summer she'd had her own feature in the Prophet in junction with his boss. Now she was innately curious to see his reaction however, so eyed him with a quirked eyebrow to wait for it.